Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 | Day 25: 2/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc: Adam woke up, extremely soar and hated the idea of moving. But he was hungry, and knew Bonnie was going to wake him up at some point if he didn't get up on his own. And he didn't know if he would be able to eat after that.He got up from the bed and took the radio with him down into the kitchen and put it on the news again. Nothing knew was being talked about at this point other than the increase in "zombies" in London. He placed it down on the counter and went into his pantry to grab himself something. He brought out pancake mix and an apple. He loved apples so much it wasn't even funny. Some people poked fun at it because Adam and the apple. He personally found that irritating but not enough to make them stop. As he pulled out a bowl and started to mix up the ingredients when he leaned his elbow down on the counter and quickly shot it up again. It hurt like hell, but he didn't complain about it. He knew Bonnie was only helping him out, so the bruises and everything would just fade off anyway. Didn't stop him from thinking about the pain though. Adam lit up the skillet as he thought about all the stories Bonnie had told him about himself. How noble and heroic he was leading the rebellion that took place shortly after Lucifer's fall. She had asked him if he remembered it, which both of them probably knew the answer. Which of course was no. But after a while, his imagining of the events told slowly became more realistic in his head, as though he was recalling a memory. It could be just a well imagined scene. Either way he liked thinking about it as though it were a memory. A burnt smell filled the air and Adam quickly looked down to see one of his pancakes on fire. He sighed and grabbed the flaming pancake with a spatula and carried it over to the sink and ran the water over it. The reaction he had was relatively calm though, while most people would have been screaming about it. He picked up the wet pancake. Charred up and inedible. Well, he could probably have eaten it, but he didn't want to. He sighed and whispered, "What a waste of food..." he looked around to see if his grandfather's cat was walking around the kitchen. The cat ate almost any food they gave it, which is why it received the name Rubbish from his grandfather. It was, more over a really bad joke at first because it's fur made it look like it came out of a dumpster. Adam looked around and clicked his tongue and the cat popped up as though from nowhere and he gave the pancake to the cat. The cat stared at it and looked like it wouldn't eat it. He sighed and grinned a fake grin at the cat, "It is food, it tastes like any other food." Adam broke a piece of it off and put it in his mouth and chewed it up and swallowed it, "Don't be stubborn... if I can eat it you can eat it... I am talking to the fucking cat..." he said as he dropped the pancake on the floor and the cat went right into eating it. Adam rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the skillet and he turned it back on whispering to himself, "At least someone likes burnt pancakes..." When Adam was done cooking himself food he got to eating it. He had a plate with extra in case Bonnie wanted to eat it. If she didn't he would save it for a snack later on in the day or something. Adam had started to eat when Rubbish jumped up on the table and meowed at him and tried to grab his food. Adam glared at the cat and answered it back, "You had your food, this is mine." The cat meowed again in return and walked up closer.Adam went to push the cat off the table like he usually did, but he ended up sending the cat flying a few feet and the cat hissed at him when it landed, "Sorry Rubbish I didn't mean to... push you that hard..." he turned away from the cat and continued eating the pancake continuously looking back at the cat who now kept distance from him.
Music ---Date: Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 ---Day: 25 | 1/4 --- Interaction: --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cassandra heard talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. She was dizzy, and the pain that originally there from earlier had increased even more, to another part of her head. She wanted to throw up, but managed to keep herself from doing so. She noticed slowly how she felt cold all around her, and then realized she was not clothed. Well, she still felt her underwear and bra on, but other than that nothing else was on her body. She felt the pain hit her hard again and she went to grab her head, but couldn't. She felt her hands bound and remembered last time. She kept her eyes closed though, assuming she was still blindfolded. It just hurt to keep her eyes open. Cassandra moved her head slightly, her head felt lighter, something was off, she wasn't going to worry about it yet. ❝ Um, Hay Sun, are you ah, Are you, pretty much naked, as well? ❞ Well that killed two birds with one stone, she knew Hana's voice and she had addressed Hay Sun. Cassandra immediately felt the freakout from earlier, "Hana! Hay- Hay-!" Cassandra felt the throw up come up and stopped herself before she did. Everything felt light and fluffy to her for a moment before the pain came back again. She whispered softly, she was holding back tears from pain, but her sniffling could be heard, "Ow my head, I feel like someone hit it with a truck..."
Music ---Date: Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 ---Day: 25 | 1/4 --- Interaction: --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cassandra felt a small pain in the back of her head that slowly grew to feel worse and worse. As if the pain increased over time. It got to the point where she regained consciousness. Or at least, she thought she gained consciousness. She felt as if her eyes were open and her head hurt horribly, but she couldn't see. At first she freaked out for a moment, she knew she was awake. Had she gone blind? But then she realized something was on her face blocking her vision. It took her even longer to realize her hands were in chains and then she really freaked out. She wanted to scream but managed to stop herself. Stay calm Cassie, freaking out will only draw negative attention. Think. What was the last thing you saw, and why are you in the situation you are now. She hated being blindfolded, it reminded her of her 18th birthday party gone wrong. The idea made her shiver, but what made her shiver more was the potential situation she was in. Cassandra shook again to try and see if she could maybe move. Nope. Well fuck... She finally couldn't handle it anymore, and finally spoke out, "Hana? Hay Sun? ...Samuel?" she didn't know if anyone would respond, but her head was killing her and she wanted to know if they were still with her, "Jo-Joslyn? Shane?" She couldn't remember the other two's names that were with them, they were so new to the group she hadn't had the time to. She finally went into a desperate moment and whispered, "Lillian? ...oh god, somebody?" and decided to just keep silent until someone, or something, replied to her.
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Cassandra helped Hana drag him back, but had another rough night trying to fall asleep because in the end, she felt like she did nothing in that situation and in the end Samuel was right and she was worthless. Adam and Bonnie stopped flying around and Adam was happy and shiz and actually fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Wearing --- Music ---Date: Sunday, October 13th, 2013 ---Day: 22 | 4/4 --- Interaction: Samuel/Hana --- City: London --- OOC: - - - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cassandra listened to the exchange between Samuel and Hana, Samuel seemed amused by something and Hana sounded terrible. But Hana was alive and Cassandra was grateful in turn. "And didn't I tell you? Anything you do is pretty much useless. What part of that didn't you understand?" Cassandra was sick of hearing that word come out of his mouth, but she noticed him clench the blade of her sword, and his hand bled. Was this some kind of a sick joke, what the hell was this act of self harm going to even do to help him out here. "Well, I guess you're into getting punished, aren't you?" Excuse me? If that's the case, here's your punishment!" Cassandra watched as a full force kick went straight for her stomach but she managed to move out of the way just in time. Cassandra was not necessarily in the mood to fight Samuel, hell she knew that was probably the worst decision she could make. But she wasn't going to let him take Joslyn out of here. There was more to this scenario going on that she didn't know, but the idea of him kidnapping her was totally out of the question. While still holding onto the sword, Cassandra reached out and grabbed a hold of Joslyn by the back of her shirt and tried to pull her away from him. Hopefully he wasn't in the mood to play rag doll.
"Meara! There you are! I was afraid something bad had happened to you.""Where'd you go?" Meara chuckled slightly and scratched the back of her head, "Sorry, I had trouble sleeping last night, I was literally just up on the roof. I lost track of time..." Meara closed her eyes for a moment thinking about the promise she had made the teacher before she opened them up again, "I'm glad I found you guys though... and that you are still okay... I..." she looked around at the people walking casually within the town and continued quietly, "I don't want more people to die... what did we even do to get in this mess anyway..." Meara let out a small animal-like grunt before saying, "We should keep going... the quicker we are out of town the better... I hope..."
Meara had not slept at all, she was still paranoid that she was going to be shot in her sleep or something worse, and instead she took a walk around town at night. It didn't matter, she had very good night eyes due to all those years of living outside with the wolves. But she didn't realize how bad they had gotten after her very few years in light. She had sat on top of the roof of her friend's house and watched the sunrise and realized she had pulled an allnighter, which didn't show except in her eyes, where they were slightly red from lack of sleep. She got off the roof when the light was bright enough for her to be seen and she hid for a while. Meara was upset that she had left the siblings without saying where she was going, but she felt worse for the potential betrayal she was going to commit. It didn't matter, she didn't want to die, and her animal instincts wished for life more than anything, and that was why she was going to get that stone. She still didn't like the thought though. Meara figured the siblings would have headed out of the city at that point, so she decided it was best for her to head that way as well. She didn't run, to avoid drawing attention, but she wasn't strolling merrily about the town. She looked around for the siblings though, and when she thought she saw one of them she walked towards them as fast as she could but didn't want to shout at them, with the fear of drawing attention to herself. I'm behind you...
Wearing --- Music ---Date: Sunday, October 13th, 2013 ---Day: 22 | 4/4 --- Interaction: Samuel --- City: London --- OOC: - - -~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hello there~," Cassandra had shot up at the point he had broken down the door. What the hell was he doing. "Hellooooooooo~ Anybody in there?" Cassandra watched as he poked Joslyn in the cheek and then he picked her up saying, "Huh... Well whatever. Makes this a whole lot easier for me." "What the hell are y-""Don't try anything stupid against me. Anything you do is pretty much useless. Useless, useless, useless." Cassandra stared at him, his repetition of the word useless clearly got on her nerves and she watched him walk out the door as he spoke, "So you be a good little girl and just, I don't know, do whatever the hell it is good little girls do. I don't care, just don't get in my way." Cassandra watched him fully walk out the door and then gritted her teeth. She grabbed Hasah and watched it transform as she ran out the door. She ran up behind him and kicked at the back of his knees and shouted, "Good little girls don't let kidnappings happen shithead." and she held the blade up to the back of his neck. This isn't smart Cassie this isn't smart at all...
Yes, but I had it on the opposite end as you. I was the person who kind of snapped. It was around April Vacation, right before it, and I was going to go to Anime Boston under a huge financial problem. My mom was having me earn money from her, and at the same time I was having problem with classes, I was failing a class and I was on the final week of that class before the term switched and I had to take another class. A friend of mine who was going to AB with me walked up to me just after I was informed I would most likely have to retake the class if I did not get 100s on every assignment for the rest of the week. She held up her arms and said to me, "Hey we are going to AB in 3 days, do you want a hug?" and I told her no. Then she spoke again, "Awww but hugs help." and I kind of snapped and told her my situation and told her how a hug wouldn't solve it. I mean, I feel bad about it now, there were WAY more irritating things that had happened and I snapped over a hug. I still look back at it wishing I just took the hug, but I may have needed that vent.
and that is fine, my parents used to do that to me too.
It would be, but I probably would have met you by now if we did.
ugh I could never do an AP math course. Unless it was geometry, and there is no AP Geometry... or at least in my school...
